The Wolf smiled. “Not quite, my young godling. My father may be an honorary Asgardian, but he is Jotunn through and through, as am I. Still, that was clever. Very, very clever. Not that I was trying to hide it, but still.”

Kali swallowed. She understood now, why he was so terrifyingly strong and no one had ever heard of him. He’d been hiding in plain sight, and not even hiding at all, anyone who had the slightest interest in Asgardian culture knew of him and just didn’t think about it.

“I-I mean, it wasn't all that hard to figure out... You did turn into a wolf right in front of me, and you... well, you're you."

"I am me." Fenrir gave an amused grunt.

So, why are you not… you know…”

Fenrir gave a laugh that sounded like a wolf’s bark. “Frothing at the mouth like a rabid animal? Not chained on some rock somewhere?”

Kali winced “I was actually going to ask how you were standing on two legs and human-looking and all that, but I guess you weren't for a while there…”

Fenrir looked at her like she was an idiot. “Hello. My father shape-changed into a mare and birthed a foal. I got it from him.”

“You know what, that makes sense. But about the other stuff? I mean, not about the rabid animal, obviously, but just the not imprisoned part? Unless that never happened? Also, I-I hate to say it like this, but what the hell do you mean, I’m a divinity?” Kali asked.

The Wolf looked at her with a small smile. “Only if you swear on your Divine Spark never to speak of this, for the majority of this is not my story to tell. The promise is tied implicitly to one’s essence, and you will never be able to break that vow without dissolving into a few pretty lights, unless I or my father releases you from it.”

Kali thought for a moment, then said sure. She really, really wanted to know, Norse nut and all. Plus, the desire to find out why Fenris had rescued her and why he referred to her as a godling. “I swear on my Divine Spark that I will not divulge the secrets I am about to hear without the permission of Fenrir Lokissen or his siblings. If I break this vow, may I be cast into the Ginngunanagap for all eternity.” She repeated after Fenrir.

Fenrir grinned. “Well, my dear godling, that’s a very, very long story, so I would suggest getting comfortable.”

When Kali had done as requested, Fenrir asked “How much of the story do you know?”

“Up until the part where you bite off Tyr’s hand for lying to you.”

Fenrir replied: “That never happened, and I’m glad I didn’t. But very well then. From there we go.”

(Scene change)

Thor was, for the first time in his admittedly not very long life, doing something the stealthy way. This was not normal for him, normally he would simply smash all that stood before him, but this time, what stood before him was his own father. Thor was brave, but not stupid, even back then. He knew that were he to raise Mjolnir against Odin, not only would he accomplish nothing, but would put a great deal in danger as well. So. The subtle path. Soon, he came upon the binding place of the Wolf, and he attempted to lose Fenris’s bonds. It took him a while, but the muzzle eventually came off.

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“Come to gloat, have you?” Fenrir snarled.

“No, cousin. I have come to make a deal.”

The son of Loki’s jaw dropped, and after a moment of undignified sputtering, Thor continued. “In exchange for not seeking vengeance, or disturbing the balance of the Nine Worlds unless you feel it necessary to do or if something is truly intolerable, I will free you. I would free my older sister Hela and your elder brother, but the one is imprisoned in Hel and I’ve got no clue on how to even begin going about convincing Heimdall into sending me there, let alone how to prevent Odin from finding out. It was hard enough for me to get him to agree to sending me down here.”

Fenrir was silent for a moment. “And Jormungandr?”

Thor winced. “I have spoken to him, and he and I both know that were he to move even the slightest inch, his sheer bulk simply moving would alert Odin better than any magic. No, no. Your brother, by the very nature of his Divinity, cannot move quietly.”

The Wolf regained his footing and asked “Why? Why would you free me, when even Tyr deceived me?”

Thor smiled. “Two reasons. One, my uncle has been moping about ever since Odin made the decision to have you and your siblings imprisoned. I hate seeing him like this, all the spark and snap taken out of him. Two, it is not right to have imprisoned someone for something a trio of old crones said they would do. The only damned reason their prophecies even happen is because everyone believes, without question, that they will happen. It happened to my elder sister, it happened to you, it’ll probably happen to me if things keep going as they are. And finally? Tyr never betrayed you. He planned this out, he’s the one who convinced me to rescue you and even now, he is drinking Heimdall into a stupor so that he does not see what is going on in Midgard.Hmph. Tyr has our father convinced I’m rolling in the sheets with a comely maiden, that’s the only reason he’s not scrying me now.”

The wolf sighed. “Now I’m glad I didn’t bite his hand off. Very well, I swear on my Divine Spark not to overturn the balance of the Nine World without cause, nor to seek vengeance without your agreement, if you will free me.”

After a few minutes of Thor struggling mightily, the wolf was still bound, but had some of his bonds loosened. Then, Loki showed up.

“Need a hand, nephew?” He smirked. “Looks like you’ve got yourselves in a bind.”

Thor grunted and spoke. “I have this well in hand, uncle.”

“No, no you don’t. If any more of that rope comes off by force, an alarm will sound and Odin and his armies will be here in minutes.”

Needless to say, Thor’s hands froze, and he swiftly allowed his uncle to work with the bindings in his steed.

After a few seconds of Loki working, a tearful reunion, his son was free. “Where do you suggest your son go? Tyr cannot keep Heimdall drunk forever. Eventually, he will look at Midgard, and check if he is still bound.” For once Thor was coming up with the logical thought, instead of his uncle.

Loki smirked. “I have prepared a hiding place at the bottom of the Van river if my brother ever wished to end me, and knowing his mercurial moods, that has never been far from the table. Do you remember the cave, my son, from where I raised you and your siblings before I took you to Asgard that disastrous day? That is the place. Hide there, and let the enchantment do its work on you, to force a deep sleep on you until you have grown to your full strength. The cave, too, is enchanted to always meet the needs of its inhabitants, growing and shrinking accordingly, as well as being stocked with every manner of beast for you to sharpen your skills. Bilgesnipes, Fire Dragons… better to ask what I didn’t stock it with. You will be fine until I come to retrieve you, and if you have to, don’t hesitate to break out of the seal. It is also made to inform you when a thousand years have passed, and Odin’s eye is not searching for you quite so vigorously.

“By then, I think we will have gathered enough support and enough of the Aesir will see Odin’s sins that we will be able to overthrow his rule with minimal bloodshed.”'

“One problem with that, father… You know he will blame you.” Fenris pointed out that they were all too afraid to speak. “Odin’s rage and fear will be great once he finds out I’ve escaped, and he will give you the most brutal punishment he possibly can to allay his own fears.”

“Do not worry, my son. I have a plan to deal with him.”

(End Scene)

“So… what’s your plan?"